The Ji Family's Pride

Chapter 15 Confrontation (Part )

"You little bastard...you're looking for death!"

The middle-aged man's eyes turned red at this moment, and he was about to burst into tears. As he spoke with hatred, he grabbed a dark red long knife in his hand.

The middle-aged man was tall and sturdy, with bulging muscles in his arms as he gripped the hilt of the knife. The heavy knife in his hand flashed a cold light in the sun.

Qing Fengzi also reacted very quickly. He took delicate steps and quietly went behind Ji Xiaoshan. He suddenly thrust out the sword in his hand, and he and the middle-aged man surrounded the black-robed boy with a cold face from the front and back.

"Song of Ten Thousand Swords." Ji Xiaoshan did not dare to be careless. He shouted in a low voice and immediately used the most powerful sword move in "Song of Ten Thousand Swords".

I saw sword shadows transformed into musical notes emerging from the air and flying towards Qingfengzi who was in the perfect state of Purple Mansion, with endless murderous intent in their eyes.

Ji Xiaoshan stepped forward and felt the life breath of the three people in person, and secretly cried out in fear. Although the middle-aged man was in the Purple Mansion Perfection realm, that was the Purple Mansion Perfection of the God and Demon Body Refining School, and was notoriously difficult to kill.

But these three people have been targeting him from the beginning, intending to kill him and steal his treasures. With such sinister intentions, Ji Xiaoshan naturally would not be polite to them. He had to make a decisive move to avoid any further trouble.

"Boom!"

"Dong dong!"

Gradually, the dull roar of war drums could be heard in the air. The sound of drums was like thunder, shaking the soul.

"Zheng!"

"clank!"

Then, a series of clear zither sounds suddenly resounded in the air, the strings sounded sharp and piercing, disturbing the mind.

"It's that music!" Qing Fengzi screamed, "Brother, save me!"

Qing Fengzi felt a chill in his heart, he knew that he could not withstand Ji Xiaoshan's sword. He saw with his own eyes that his junior brother who was highly skilled in escape skills had no time to dodge before his Six Yang Leader was cut off by the sword.

Qingfengzi heard clearly that it was this unknown music that confused the mind of his junior brother in white. His junior brother's escape technique was the best among the three brothers.

In the end, he died in an unclear manner, and until his death, his eyes were still looking straight at him and his senior brother!

"Come to my side!" the middle-aged man shouted sternly. He was a cultivator of the God and Demon Qi Training, and his body training realm had climbed all the way to the perfect realm of the Purple Mansion. He had tenacious vitality, and it was common for him to be reborn by a drop of blood. Qingfengzi was afraid of the light green sword, but he was not afraid at all. His powerful divine body was his confidence!
Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, he rushed towards Ji Xiaoshan with a knife in hand.

Accompanied by the sound of drums and zithers, Ji Xiaoshan took the lead in charging towards the silver-haired Taoist behind him. Controlling the Ten Thousand Swords Song, he frantically manipulated the vital energy of heaven and earth within a hundred miles. Under the surge of vital energy, it was as if a huge stone was thrown on the barren hill, causing waves.

The surrounding vital energy of heaven and earth suddenly rushed towards the sword symbols, and countless notes composed a song of killing with thousands of troops rising into the sky.

An ancient and vast atmosphere permeates the air.

"How can the artistic conception of this Tao be so powerful..." Qing Fengzi was horrified and held the sword in his hand with a nervous expression.

"This, this Dao realm displayed by the Purple Mansion in the early stage is so strong?" The middle-aged man was also shocked. This might that attracted the vitality of heaven and earth frightened him. He had just touched the threshold of the true meaning of Dao, and judging from the appearance of the black-robed boy, he was afraid that he was not far from the Dao realm. "Such a monster, I will definitely not let you go."

The middle-aged man's pace suddenly quickened. He bent his knees slightly, gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands, and poured all his strength into it. Then he took a step forward and slashed out a dark red knife energy.

Ji Xiaoshan saw that the terrified Qing Fengzi was about to be beheaded by his sword, but his powerful spiritual sense detected the fluctuations coming from behind, and a dark red sword energy was only one step away from him.

Ji Xiaoshan secretly groaned and quickly dodged to the side, and the long sword in his hand also flew out at this moment. He controlled it with his mind, and endless sword symbols moved as he wished.

"You are seeking death!"

Ji Xiaoshan only felt an angry figure behind him rushing towards him. Even before he turned around, he could feel the overwhelming resentment, causing the pores on his back to contract!
"Looking for death? I don't know whether I will die or not, but I think your junior brother will die before you!" Before Ji Xiaoshan finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and the long sword carrying the sword intent of the sword song pierced through the head of the silver-haired Taoist. The head of the gray-robed Taoist who looked like an immortal was torn into pieces like a watermelon, and blood was dripping.

A headless corpse slowly fell down. Qing Fengzi, die!
Ji Xiaoshan used his body as a sword and rushed towards the corpse in an instant. With a wave of his hand, he collected all of Qing Fengzi's relics.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Damn it!" The middle-aged man was furious. He majored in the body-building method of gods and demons, and just practicing to the perfect level of Purple Mansion had consumed most of his energy. Escape techniques were not his strong point.

"If my speed were a little faster..." The middle-aged man's blood boiled and veins bulged.

In the past, when he encountered those difficult immortal cultivators, it was usually his junior brother in white and Qingfengzi who would step forward to deal with them and constantly disturb their minds. He would just take advantage of the cultivators' trance and behead them with a single blow.

It was not like what happened today, when I met a sinister boy who was unreasonable and killed the junior brother in white clothes at the first sight.

The boy in black robe was ruthless, quiet, and slippery. He didn't fight him head-on, and in the blink of an eye, he killed that waste Qingfengzi.

"Chance!"

The middle-aged man showed a hint of hesitation when he saw Ji Xiaoshan using his spiritual power to control the Qiu Shui Sword to kill Qing Fengzi.

In this instant, the middle-aged man suddenly exerted force, the divine power in his body surged, and he wielded the long sword, which chopped out like lightning.

Ji Xiaoshan was unable to dodge and could only try to move his body.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

As the knife flashed, a bloody arm flew out, stirring up a puff of bright red blood.

And the Qiu Shui sword that Ji Xiaoshan used to kill Qing Fengzi, at this moment, flashed with a cold light and pierced through the back of the middle-aged man's head!

A powerful divine consciousness controlled the sword, stirring it constantly, but a strong arm quietly grasped the blade.

"Good! Good! Good! You cunning boy, you actually want to exchange injuries for injuries!" The middle-aged man pinched the blade bit by bit, gently pulled out the light blue sword, and summoned the divine power in his body to instantly restore the broken head.

"It's so hard to kill the monks who have trained their bodies as gods and demons! What a pity!" The one-armed young man in black robe said regretfully. At the moment when the middle-aged man was repairing his head, he flashed to where the broken arm fell and picked it up. The red and bright divine power surged at the wound. Pink granulation tissue grew instantly and quietly connected the broken limbs.

In an instant, Ji Xiaoshan's divine body was restored to its original state, with only the knife marks remaining on the bloodstained black robe.

"Boy, if you have the guts, fight me head-on. You are not a man if you act like a sissy!" The middle-aged man showed deep fear while holding the long knife in his hand.

His head was almost completely destroyed. If the young man had a higher level of cultivation, the sword move that pierced his skull would have directly made him lose consciousness, and he would have been like a fish at the mercy of others.

This life is no longer in his hands.

Ji Xiaoshan, who had fought with the middle-aged man, remained silent.

A head-on clash? A head-on clash between an innate god and a god who is about to reach the level of the universe?

Ji Xiaoshan just felt it was a bit ridiculous.

He didn't say much, but his spiritual thoughts were always covering the middle-aged man. Before the man could fully recover, he rushed straight to the sailboat parked on the mountain.

"Not good!" The middle-aged man was shocked, but he could only watch.

The young man in black robes picked up the body of the man in white and sailed away...

I am sleepy and can’t stand it any longer! Brothers!

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(End of this chapter)